If I go to the dark, You illuminateAll the shadows that aren't thereRunning away is just a poor metaphorBecause I'm never quite as far as I thinkDanger, the way that she moves in your brainWithout a facePatient You wait, even though I was wrongIt's not the sameLooking weak never had more appealBend the knee, stop this heart for a whileCounting on the grace You giveJust when I think that I'm alone I think about You moreAnd the words You said are always ringing in my ears